Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Chapter Three -
Ledan was still smiling, thinking about when was the last time he actually smiled. He remembered the last time he smiled is when he was in the sixth grade.
During the sixth grade, Ledan was forced to go to counseling every day before and after school. His counselor, Ms. Frescan, has always been there for him. She never thought about Ledan as another student, but as a precious son, since she never had any children of her own.
In the mornings before school started, Ledan would come in, eating a fresh-baked donuts that his counselor makes for all the students who see her. He loved the fluffiness of each donut. His favorite, the glazed with blueberry filling had a certain sweetness to it that he savored the taste in each bite.
“Good morning, Ledan. How’s the donut today?” Ms. Frescan smiled at Ledan as she sat at her desk slowly.
Ledan was sitting in the chair, across from her, eating his favorite delicacy. “It’s good…”
“So… how was home this morning, Ledan?”
Ledan sat there silently, avoiding eye contact with her.
Ledan nodded at her question, holding the half-eaten donut in his hands. “My mother… called me names that… sounded wrong to even say to a child.” He kept on his story of how his mother called him a worthless piece of shit that should never exist on this Earth. He even explained how he was the blame for ruining their dreams. His father, however, resisted on trying to physically abuse him, since he knew Ledan was going to counseling.
“I see that your father didn’t do anything to you…”
“He didn’t want child services coming…”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to call them, Led-..”
“DON’T!” Ledan screamed from the top of his lung, tearing falling down upon his cheeks. He knew that if his only friend called child services, his parents would probably do something even worse to him. Ledan felt scared out of his mind. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say.
“I… I can handle it.” Ledan looked up at Ms. Frescan, who was hugging his head gently, trying to comfort him. He closed his eyes slowly, enjoying the comfort of his only friend. For the first time in his life, he smiled. He smiled, knowing that there was someone out there who truly cared for him.
Ledan looked at the person who called out to him. Jay was standing there, glaring at him and feeling confused. “You alright?”
Ledan kept looking at Jay, smiling slightly once again. “Yeah… I was just… thinking about my past.”
He kept smiling, thinking about his only friend and counselor, Ms. Frescan.